Fall For My Ex's Mafia Father novel Chapter 166

“What happened?” Kent asks, taking a step closer to me, glowering down at me so I have to tilt my head back and look up at him. “Did he touch you?”

I frown at Kent then, a little defiance curling in my stomach as he glares at me. “Was he…not supposed to touch me?” I ask. “It was a date, Kent. You knew that when you sent me.”

I see anger grow in him then, visible in the flare of his nostrils, the tightening of his jaw, the way his shoulders flex back and his fingers curl towards fists. “I don’t want him touching you, Fay,” Kent glowers, his voice barely louder than a whisper and dangerous in its depths.

“Well, then what do you want, Kent,” I reply, not budging an inch and looking up into his face. “Do you want information? Or do you want me untouched? Because…I’m not sure you can have both.”

A rumble sounds deep in Kent’s chest and he draws closer to me, but then, to my surprise, he checks himself, backing off and sliding his hands smoothly into his pockets as he looks me over from head to foot. The anger is still there – and, well, the jealousy, if I’m going to put a name to it – but I can see that his curiosity is also peaked. “Upstairs,” he commands, nodding to the staircase. “Now.”

My mouth falls open a little. Is he…to the third –

“Your room, Fay,” Kent clarifies, smirking a little at my hesitation. “I want to know everything you learned, but you need to clean up. You look…rumpled.”

I glare at Kent a little, holding his gaze and letting him wonder – for a second – just how I got this rumpled, and then I nod, turning to climb up the stairs. Kent stays close behind me and follows me into my room, closing the door behind me.

And then I tell him everything.

Well, not…everything. Some of the details of Rodrigo’s life, and Sister Mary’s strong, visceral reaction to him, are…not precisely relevant. But the details about Ivan confronting my dad, about my dad apparently apologizing to him and offering the house, of Ivan’s warnings this morning? I tell Kent every inch of that. It’s my job, after all.